The Ever Enchanting Beauty.....

The eyes started to get darker as though there is a disruption in the respiratory rhythm, doctor's orders.... a large number of friends, family, and.... appear to have arrived in the room. I am surrounded by them, and some of them are touching me. Others prepare me for my last thirsty voyage by wetting my lips with water. Amidst the tears of my son, who I regard as my soul, and my wife, who is my life, the pulse of farewell beats immortality. My blurry vision made out the stars in the sky through the hospital bed's windowpane... I sensed their beauty growing—beyond words...